Katie likely didn’t want to admit it, but her “love life” was likely the source of her malaise. Her boyfriend James was as boring as his name was common. He came from a wealthy family, wore nice clothes, was vice-president of a big name fraternity, got decent grades (though no rocket scientist), and drove a fancy car. He even had a really big dick. But the infrequent sex she had with him was – well, it was like Labor Day, not like the Fourth of July. There were no fireworks; no passion; no zest. Yeah, she really wasn’t able to crystalize it in her brain, but that is what she wanted—actually what she needed – some “zest” in her life.
What made things worse was that Julia had what Katie suspected was a great boyfriend who, as far as Katie was concerned, she treated like shit. Blake was as exciting as his name was rare. He was a big, friendly, super-smart, good-looking junior. He was at least 6’ 5”, probably 225 lbs., with big muscular arms and shoulders, and curly blond hair hanging half way to his shoulders. He usually wore sunglasses, but the times that – minus shades – he conversed with and stared at Katie with his deep blue eyes, she felt a tingle in her nether regions. But conversations with Blake were rare because one of Julia’s awful qualities was jealousy. Julia would have a raging bitch attack if Katie – or anyone else – appeared to show even the slightest interest in Blake, or he in them.
Halloween was coming up, and James had invited Katie to an off-campus “All Hallows Even” costume party. She wasn’t real excited about it, but thought she should get some sort of lame costume just to fit in. A Halloween and Thanksgiving “pop-up” retail store was open in the Mall only a few blocks from the sorority house, so when Katie had some free time she went there to browse.
As she was approaching the store, Blake was exiting, a package under his arm. When he saw Katie he immediately took off his sunglasses, and smiled.
“Hi, Katie. I see great minds think alike, and you’re getting a Halloween costume. Going trick-or-treating?” (They both laughed).
“Though not old and worldly like yourself, Blake,” (again they both laughed), “I am a little too old for trick-or-treating. I’m going to the off-campus ‘All Hallows Even’ party.”
“No kidding. I am too.”
“With ‘sweet’ Julia I suppose,” Katie said sarcastically, unable to stop herself. But before she could blush or overtly express how mortified she was with her cattiness Blake started laughing.
“I never heard anyone describe Julia as ‘sweet’ before.”
“Geez, I’m sorry, Blake, I didn’t intend to be nasty. I, uh, well…”
“No need to explain yourself, Katie. I know she’s been mean to you without good reason.”
Wanting to quickly change the subject lest she appear spiteful, Katie babbled, “So what are you going to be for Halloween – looks like you got a fancy costume.”
“I can’t tell you Katie – it’s a state secret – you’ll just have to wait until the party.”
“What if I pinch someone thinking it’s you and it isn’t?” Katie smirked.
“You’re on your own there babe, best keep your hands to yourself,” Blake chuckled. “So what character will you flatter by imitating her?”
“I haven’t decided yet, but since your identity is a state secret I’m not sure I’d tell you anyway,” Katie teasingly chided with a sly smile. It was about that time that Katie noticed that Blake seemed to like her outfit. He seemed to spend as much time looking at her chest and pelvis as he did at her eyes.
“Actually, Katie, if you wore those white cutoffs you have on now, a no-midriff top, tevas, and your hair in a Daisy Mae – or Daisy Duke – bow, you’d be the hit of the party.”
That comment almost floored Katie, and made her think all those hours in the gym and pool may have been worthwhile. She was proud that she kept her composure, though, and with just one hard swallow continued, “Well, I probably should get something a little different. Can you at least tell me what brand or general type of costume you got?”
“OK; I got a ‘True Lust’ costume.”
“What’s that?”
“Ask the sales dude,” Blake said with a smile.
After another minute or so of small talk, Blake left and Katie walked to the store. She wasn’t sure because Blake had his sunglasses back on, but looking at the reflection in the pop-up store window it appeared that Blake was watching her go up the steps to the shop.
Intrigued by Blake’s comment – as well as his reaction to her – Katie immediately asked the first store clerk she saw about “True Lust” costumes.
“That’s a type of costume that just came out this year. A nice marketing gimmick – but I think it’s only is a gimmick and not real. Supposedly if you see someone you truly crave, the costume will change somehow. As part of the marketing gimmick, they don’t say how,” the clerk told her.
Katie was now even more curious. “Where are those costumes?”
After the sales clerk directed her to the location of the “True Lust” costumes, Katie inspected all of them. While they were a little more expensive than she had in mind, they were cute – especially the “naughty schoolgirl” one. “So I cut down on snacks for a month to pay for it,” Katie rationalized as she handed over her cash at the sales counter. “Who knows, maybe there will be something magical at ‘All Hallow Even’.”
The night of the party, Julia was waiting in the sorority house living room for Blake when James picked up Katie. Not only James, but every guy hanging around, was wide-eyed when they saw Katie’s costume.
Katie’s schoolgirl costume wasn’t just “naughty;” it was downright “sinful!” Three quarters of the creamy thighs of her long shapely legs were visible below her “hardly proper” skirt, and the skirt actually parted in front and rear to reveal “briefs.” Her adorable bellybutton highlighted her bare midriff, while her crisp pleated blouse exposed much more flesh than it covered. The blouse had two fewer buttons than it should have, accenting the valley between her milky breasts. Her long flaxen hair was fashioned into unbraided pigtails, or “bunches.” Completing the look were bobby socks and saddle shoes.
While the guys were slobbering or speechless, Julia was shooting daggers, her relatively modest “Pirate Girl” outfit clearly upstaged. When she overheard James’ conversation with Katie revealing that Katie would be at the same party she was, Julia vowed to herself that she would never let Blake get near that tramp tonight.
While the vast majority of the guests had gotten into the spirit of the celebration and wore scintillating costumes, none got quite the attention that Katie’s did. Considering all of the ‘grab ass’ directed her way that James was either oblivious to or proud of, the evening certainly wasn’t boring for Katie – but not exactly a great time either. As James was yukking it up with some of his fraternity brothers, all apparently determined to kill a slew of their brain cells by chugging a grain alcohol punch, with her alcohol-challenged beer Katie decided to find out what costume Blake had purchased. He wasn’t hard to find – the tallest guy in the party place.
As Katie wended her way toward Blake, fending off pats on her rear the best she could, Blake saw her approaching, broke off his conversation, and cleared a pathway for her. Katie almost spewed her beer through her nose as she laughed when she got a good look at Blake – he was dressed as Conan The Barbarian! The tunic looked too small for him, and exposed all of his muscular arms, and most of his legs, though they were in tights. He had a jeweled headband and beaded belt.
After she stopped giggling Katie asked, essentially yelling over the din of the crowd, “So which Conan are you, Arnold Schwarzenegger , or Jason Momoa ?”
“Hey, those guys are fake, I’m the real thing.”
“Oh yeah, how’s that?”
“At least a dozen people came up to me tonight and said ‘You know, you really are a barbarian.’”
Katie had made the mistake of taking another sip of beer just before Blake said that, and ended up spewing it all over his tunic.